Opposites [Book 1]

Chapter 28

"What the fuck." My dad spoke as I felt his weight being lifted off me.

"Leave her alone." I heard a deep voice speak as I opened my eyes.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" My dad raged.

"I'm her boyfriend, so fucking leave her alone." He spoke, getting between me and my dad.

My eyes widened, because I did never imagine a foreign to stand up for me.

My dad punched him and bitch-slapped me right after, taking a hold of my wrist, dragging me out of the alleyway.

"We're going."

My eyes widened as I tried to wriggle out of his grip, knowing very well, that if I went with him I would get raped the moment we'd get home and I certainly did not want that.

I let out a deep sob:" I don't know him! I have never even met him!"

He took the gun out of his pocket that he somehow had managed to get into the club.

"Just like Lionel, huh?" He snorted.

"Ho-how do you know his name?"

"That does not matter or change the fact that I regret ever having agreed to having a daughter." He said, smirking and cocking the gun.

No.

"I'm just gonna end what I started." He said and that's all it took for the guy to run up to him, in rage.

He hit my father so hard into face, that he fell across the small alley, hitting the wall with a cracking noise and that was when I saw blood trickling down the wall. He slowly slit down to it, his head hanging.

I ran over to him, kneeling down to look at his face. As I turned it, his eyes were half opened, blood trickling onto my hands and that was when I realized I could not feel a pulse anymore.

"No, dad! Everything's gonna be okay, I-I'm calling 999 please, don't die – no!"

I began to sob, not even thinking about the guy anymore.

He could not have been killed, no!

But despite what my mind said, the body lying motionless on the floor and me crying beside it were telling me otherwise.

I looked back to see the guy running away, his curls bouncing as he did so.

Right after he went around the corner, I felt two hand on my face, I do not remember what happened after then, because I was woken by a police officer, asking if I was okay.

My vision was a blurry as I lay down, curling up into a ball.

My cheek was still hurting.

How could she possibly have hit her own daughter?

The last time she hit me, was when I was 8 years old, because I had said something terribly wrong. Now, I didn't even do something wrong, it was all Zahir's fault.

Or should I say Steve's fault?

I crawled over to my school bag, taking my phone out so I could charge it.

Soon, I sighed as I heard my phone receiving all the messages, that had been sent to it through the day.

I pulled it up, seeing, that Hayden had called me 23 times and had sent 14 messages. I frowned while looking through the messages.

7:36 am

"how are you?"

7:59 am

"Still shocked about yesterday, huh?"

8:41 am

"Reply to me."

9:24 am

"....Didn't mean to snap at you. Sry"

11:05 am

"are you ignoring me?"

11:07 am

"You better be not."

1:43 pm

"Fuck it Leah, Im trying to be nice here."

2:56 pm

"Just reply and let me know youre okay."

3:27 pm

"Leah.."

4:00 pm

"Don't be a bitch."

4:03 pm

Replied: Stop calling her, she won't be able to respond.

4:04 pm

"Who the fuck are you?!"

4:04 pm

"Where is she?!"

4:05 pm

"What do you want from her?"

8:31 pm

"And what did she say?"

I sniffled and put the phone beside, not wanting to answer in this state, knowing I would tell him too much.

As I heard my phone ringing repeatedly, I sighed answering, why couldn't the world leave me alone for a second.

"Ye--" I cleared my throat, my voice hoarse,"Yes?"

It was hard to have a straight voice, because I just wanted to cry and to shout and to burn down the house in this very moment.

"Hey, doll."

I sniffled again, being somehow touched, that he called.

"She didn't take it well, did she?" He asked in concern, almost.

"Not at all." I whispered, because I didn't want that my mum hear me talking.

"What did she say?"

I broke down in sobs, not able to answer, I tried it several times"I– I– Sh– e– She " I shook my head in disbelieve, that I couldn't even say one word properly.

I heard him sigh, as I could mentally see him ruffle his hair.

"Open your window." He spoke, just before the line went dead.

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